....it comes in many ways. He used to get angry with me for the smallest things, like the word choice I made, or if I didn't make the tea correctly, or what I wore that day, and often times I never knew the trigger. When it was something small, I didn't have to worry about being hit, instead, he would leave me. He'd leave me alone for hours or days, and refuse to speak with me. The nights he would come back, I would pretend to be asleep, having purposely left my covers off. I thought that if he pulled the covers up and tucked me in, it was reassurance that he loved me. But see, a man that loves a woman wouldn't keep her wondering.